Tailgate To Heaven

Streets of this town ain’t paved in gold but there’s a Texaco star
Lights up the start of a gravel road that heads into the dark
It’ll take the wheels of your truck and your girl up above the clouds
Cut the engine off, turn the radio on, drop the tailgate down
Then its moonlight halo, angel eyes
High on a hill that kisses the sky
Leaning on in to tell her
Midnight heart confessions
Feet hanging off over holy ground
Praying those stars don’t ever burn out
On the small-town kids with a sixer from the 7−11
Sitting on the tailgate to heaven
When you’re way up there with her it’s pretty close to paradise
And when her song comes on those wings start to come untied
And you thank God for that half-ton 4×4
'Cause it got you up here with a girl and some beer
Now you’re knocking on heaven’s door
Then its moonlight halo, angel eyes
High on a hill that kisses the sky
Leaning on in to tell her
Midnight heart confessions
Feet hanging off over holy ground
Praying those stars don’t ever burn out
On the small-town kids with a sixer from the 7−11
Sitting on the tailgate to heaven
Then its moonlight halo, angel eyes
High on a hill that kisses the sky
Leaning on in to tell her
Midnight heart confessions
Feet hanging off over holy ground
Praying those stars don’t ever burn out
On the small-town kids with a sixer from the 7−11
Sitting on the tailgate to heaven